lunes, 13 de agosto de 2012

Over Penciled Outlines of Pictures

Wait there...the cold and the aloneness are speaking, let them talk –
“All needed shade
Over penciled outlines of pictures”

I’m the leftovers that remain of your fears,
Isn’t a lie…I don’t lie
Just that in this world
In the future
There aren’t laughs for me
There aren’t lights on waiting for me

Always sleeping on apologies’ bed
So I don’t run away from silence
You sense
That feel that make you know
That I, never going to win

But the night and I could survive
She, the only one the tolerate my sins
And follow me whatever

Keeping up, making remembrance
“Over penciled outlines of pictures”

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